The dark hour adrift is restful
With fresh air blowing bountiful
The clouds in clear spotlight
With a veil of epic might
Understanding us thankful
Huge into a silent night
I see stars so bright
Twinkle through and through
In quiet space delight
Where I stand in rendezvous
Underneath its halo
Where my mind flows
In hush radiance
That makes the night
Touched by the sound of silence
© daniel miltz
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